Here's a couple of ri-fucking-diculous things that we've found this week.
First off: Ew, ew, fucking ew, gross. Dude's a creep. Straight up. He was creepy as a softball coach, so hey, let's put him in charge of the swim team. What could go wrong? Let's go get high.
Next at bat: Tear ass, Torrie! And it's not the first time this has happened? My favorite line from the sheriff-"...doors are locked for a reason, and these not locked caused this problem." Indeed.
This one sounds familiar: Dude really wanted a fuckin hot dog. Fuckin really, folks. Quit driving your cars through shit unless there's metal blaring, pyros goin off, drunk rednecks screaming, bikini-clad chicks cheering,....wait what were we talkin about? I gotta go drive my car through some shit. Peace the fuck out.
and have a nice government-invented consumerism holiday. (ain't they all?)
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For the first two I really have no comment. The first is just fucking sick. Come on people. As for Torrie...hey why not go for it right? Who wouldn't do that? Third: do you really need to go fuck up your car and cause damage? If you really really wanted a hot dog that bad AND wanted to teach the vendor a lesson just reach in grab yourself a dog squirt some mustard and ketchup on it, throw the dollar in the vendor's face and walk away....that easy. People are so stupid...
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